28 (<--seriously, when did that happen?!). Long Islander. The daily trials and tribulations of life and work. Lover of all things J.Crew, sparkles, and baking. Obsessed with cute furry animals, Diet Coke, bad TV, and nail polish.
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06 4 / 2014
This weekend was for:
Drinking a whole bottle of wine myself because my husband wouldn’t like that kind.
Cleaning up the yard after a long winter.
Pinning the shit out of stuff on Pinterest while I waited for my husband to wake up. He got home from work as I was waking up today.
Taking the dogs for a 3 hour walk through Avalon Preserve. They’re totally wiped out, so it’s a nice quiet night.
Sushi and the last few episodes of GoT to prepare for tonight.
25 3 / 2014
Downloaded two new books on my Kindle to celebrate.
My how life has changed!
PS. I got $7.30 back from Amazon on that suit = one book was a freebie!
15 3 / 2014
I’m currently chairing a position search for my department. An acquaintance of mine applied and I don’t think she knows I work there (most don’t know my married name). Her resume was awful. I mean like I cringed reading it. She used Lucida Handwriting throughout the whole thing and there was no layout. I know she’s desperate to get out of her current position, so I almost want to reach out after the search is over and give her a heads up or something. With her current resume, she’ll never get a new job.
28 2 / 2014
Whenever I watch wedding shows on TLC and see the bride-to-be freaking out and crying over her dress, I wonder if I was a bride robot. Or are these girls great actresses and/or dramatic?
Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed dress shopping. I also knew immediately it was *my* dress, but wasn’t anything dramatic.
Also, who travels from Alaska to NYC just a dress?!
16 2 / 2014
Last night I headed into Manhattan with my husband, to celebrate my brother-in-law’s 27th birthday.
We ended up at a Bulgarian gypsy bar, Mehanata. I was convinced that I would be drugged, taken into some secret room, and sold into the sex-trafficking trade à la Hostel or Taken. Something about it was extremely creepy. Maybe the European techno in the dungeonous basement with the stripper poles and naked mannequins everywhere? Or the Bulgarian folk band with the lead singer who sounded like a mix of Rob Zombie and Murder By Death?
They did have swings as barstools. That, I kinda dug.
Also, so crowded. Too old for that. And the numerous offerings to buy coke. Meanwhile, my husband works as a cop in the narcotics unit. And I had a drink dumped down my front. And way too hipster for my less-cultured self.
Now I’ve spent the day doing homework and napping because being out until 3am exhausts me. The positive is no hangover.